It's Sunday again..

Somehow the hectic bustles of everyday..
Make my days seem like they crossfade directly into Sundays
And Sundays into weeks
And weeks into months..
And thereafter months into years..

I can imagine
How one's days may continue merging into the golden sunset of one's Life..
Seemingly unceasing..
Contented with the passing of each day..

However content I am not..
I can only see the present..
I cant see myself moving onto other/bigger things..
Even though my ambition dictates higher dreams
And my longings won't let me be satisfied with my Life now..

I want to move on and yet I seem to be stuck here for now..
I guess I need to be Patient
And my Life now is but a work in progress..

- 5 October 2003 3:43pm -